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Sunday, October 30, 2011
 
In-der-Blog-sein

The Pangrammaticon asks:
Lorca is to poetry what Heidegger is philosophy. This raises a natural question. Who is to poetry as Foucault is to philosophy?
Lorca on duende.
This ‘mysterious force that everyone feels and no philosopher has explained’ is, in sum, the spirit of the earth, the same duende that scorched Nietzche’s heart as he searched for its outer form on the Rialto Bridge and in Bizet’s music, without finding it, and without seeing that the duende he pursued had leapt from the Greek mysteries to the dancers of Cadiz and the headless Dionysiac scream of Silverio’s siguiriya.
  7:44 AM
Comments:
well, given atheo-materialism (ala Nietzsche...or Heidegger as Enk assures us)..what is known as "duende"'s would seem to be ...merely a certain twitching of neurons which results in a sense of awe or mystery--like an orgasm of a type. Could be duplicated by bio-chemical means (or ..drugs--the Duende-pill)
# posted by Blogger J : 1:22 PM
 
Lorca's duende is too romantic for my taste. Mine's a simple duende for which "longing" is an adequate translation, no pills required.
# posted by Blogger enowning : 1:40 PM
 
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